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  'All right,' she said, making her mind up. 'I'll do it.'

  'Great,' the woman beamed. 'I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow.'

  'What do I wear?'

  'I've got something in mind. And Kim...'

  'Yes?'

  'Your pussy, is it shaved?'

  Kim blushed, the question seeming so out of place in their surroundings. 'N-no,' she stammered, 'but I don't see—'

  'You'll have to shave,' Audrey continued patiently. 'Jake loves that.'

  'I... um... all right,' Kim said hesitantly, and then added, to change the subject, 'So where is this auction?'

  'Babylon.'

  'Babylon?'

  'It's a town on Long Island.'

  Kim sipped her martini, wondering what she was getting into. 'Can I ask you something now?' she said after a thoughtful silence.

  'Yes.'

  'Why are you doing this?'

  'Because I think Jake Ashley is getting a bit too big for his boots. You've no idea who's involved, Kim. Film stars, senators, guys who run major companies. I think it would teach him a lesson if it all came out in the press.'

  'But I was only going to do a profile.' Kim's mind was racing. If what Audrey said was true it looked like Jake Ashley might turn into a real story, even a front page piece. Her editor would be delighted.

  'You're a journalist, aren't you? This is a much bigger story, you'll see.'

  'And why do you want to expose him?'

  'I think that's my business, don't you?'

  Chapter Five

  'Lie down here. On your stomach.'

  Kim was standing sheepishly naked in Audrey Sanderson's bedroom in a loft apartment in SoHo, the district of New York that took its initials from being SOuth of HOuston. The fact that she had shaved her glossy black pubes away made her feel even more exposed, her mons and her labia completely smooth. The skin tended to itch and she had smothered the region in moisturiser to soothe it, giving the whole area a lustrous, oiled appearance.

  Audrey Sanderson had picked her up at twelve and driven her to the apartment. She had checked out the hotel and left her luggage in storage in its basement.

  'I thought I was going to get dressed,' Kim said.

  'You are. Trust me.'

  Audrey had spread a pink towel on the bed. A little reluctantly, Kim lay on it.

  'Now, keep very still,' Audrey said. She picked up an oval of thin black rubber and laid it on Kim's back. The oval covered the whole area from the top of her shoulder blades to halfway over her buttocks.

  'What's that for?' Kim asked.

  'Just got to tape it into position, then you'll see,' came the only reply.

  Audrey picked up a reel of tape and began running it around the outside of the rubber, so it was secured to Kim's flesh.

  'That's it,' the woman said when she was satisfied. 'Now get up very carefully and stand on that towel.' She had spread another large one on the floor in the middle of the room.

  'What are you doing?' Kim wasn't too sure about what was going on.

  'It's a new product - spray on latex. Here, I've just got to tape this over your pussy. Open your legs.'

  Kim obeyed, spreading her legs a little shyly.

  'Very nice,' Audrey said. 'Shaving definitely suits you.' She applied another triangular piece of rubber to Kim's newly shaven mons and taped that in place too. 'Right, here we go.'

  She picked up a spray can and, beginning at Kim's throat, began to spray her body. The substance that squirted out of the can was a thick gooey black. As it spurted against her body Kim could feel it hardening, coating her with a thick layer of latex which dried instantly.

  'How do I get it off?' she asked, somewhat alarmed.

  'Don't worry, it just peels off.' Audrey smiled reassuringly.

  It took nearly an hour to cover her completely. She left a neat circle around Kim's throat and at her wrists and ankles, leaving her feet and hands bare. At the top of her thighs she held a piece of card against Kim's labia so as not to spray her sex. Kim watched in a large cheval mirror positioned in front of her as the latex encased her flesh, giving the impression that she was wearing an extra-tight catsuit. As the latex dried it took on a glossy, smooth sheen.

  'Now that really looks sexy,' Audrey purred as she tore away the rubber oval that left Kim's back exposed. 'Do you remember Goldfinger? They suffocated that girl by painting her with gold. That's why you've got to leave the back bare.'

  Kim turned around and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. Her back was white, the fact that the upper half of her buttocks were bare while the lower half was covered in rubber making them appear even more pouted and voluptuous. She stroked a hand over them.

  'Now take off the patch at the front,' Audrey said.

  Kim tore the little triangle of rubber from her mons to reveal the first inches of her now hairless labia. They were neatly framed by the black rubber.

  'Seriously sexy,' Audrey added quietly. 'Jake'll go mad for you.'

  Kim stepped back into her high heels. 'It feels...' She shivered. The latex plucked at her flesh, particularly her breasts, sensitising them. Her nipples were as hard as stone, the black latex gripping them tightly. The fact that her sex was totally exposed made her acutely aware of it. 'Tight.'

  'You better wear this until we get there,' Audrey said, taking a long black jacket out of her wardrobe.

  'Did... did you speak to Jake?' Kim asked, trying to acclimatise to the new sensation.

  'Yes, I did.'

  'And?'

  'Don't worry, he'll be looking out for you. Come on before I forget myself.' Audrey's eyes roamed Kim's body.

  'Oh...' Kim blushed, 'are you into women?'

  'Darling, I've been one of Jake's slaves, remember? Even if you're not into it before you go to the house, Jake has a way of making sure you're into it by the time you leave.'

  'And which were you?' Kim probed.

  'I'd never touched another woman before I found Jake. Never even imagined I would. He made me realise what I was missing.'

  Kim saw Audrey shudder.

  'Actually, it's not just women,' she went on. 'It's the whole sex thing. It's like I was trying to tell you on the plane. Once I started reading his books, all the things he wrote, the way he seemed to be able to see into a woman's mind... I guess I'd never even thought much about sex before that. I just used to lie there wondering what all the fuss was about.' She glanced at her watch. 'Come on, we'd better go. We don't want to be late, and it's a long drive.'

  Metaphorically, Kim took a deep breath. There was more at stake now than a profile piece on one of America's most elusive writers. If what Audrey had told her yesterday was true, Kim could be on to a really big story. She could see the headlines now:

  American Senators Involved with Sex Slaves.

  But as much as she wanted to win success on that score, she could not help wondering whether the auction would be another opportunity to explore the extraordinary sexuality she had discovered since she'd arrived in New York. She hoped she could have her cake - and eat it too.

  Once they had turned off the main highway that ran through the centre of Babylon and taken a right toward the ocean, they left the rather gaudy shops and bars of the main street, over-adorned with large neon signs, behind. The houses became larger and more secluded, big clapboard buildings surrounded by white wicket fences, and standing in their own grounds.

  Audrey drove her Lincoln Continental along a road that became narrower and narrower as they approached the sea, finally turning into the driveway of a beach house, the ocean no more than a hundred yards away across an expanse of white sand. The car came to a halt in front of large wooden gates. It had taken three hours to drive to Babylon and the weather had changed for the worse, black clouds hurrying across the horizon, a gale force wind whipping the waves into the shore in plumes of spray.

  There was a young man standing in front of the gates with a clipboard in his hand, the collar of his red anorak turned up against the wind.
'Good afternoon,' he said, bending towards the car.

  'Audrey Sanderson,' Audrey said, letting her electric window down an inch.

  'Yes, Ms Sanderson, you may go straight in,' the man said. He pressed a button on the posts that supported the large wooden gates and they began to grind open.

  The driveway to the house was covered in drifts of sand, blown in from the beach. The house itself was large and gothic, reminding Kim of the house on the hill in Psycho, except that it was immaculately maintained and painted bright white. She saw that several cars were already parked to one side of the main house as they drove up to the front door. She was surprised they were not more luxurious models. 'Not very impressive cars,' she voiced her thoughts, before she realised it.

  'They're the scouts remember, not the masters,' Audrey answered.

  'Aren't the masters here too?'

  Audrey smiled. 'You'll see.'

  At the front door another young man ran forward ready to valet park their car. Kim felt a distinct pang of apprehension as she got out.

  'Leave the jacket on the back seat,' Audrey told her.

  Kim did as she was told, watching the car jockey's eyes falling on her latex covered breasts. She wondered what other sights he'd had to feast his eyes on already that afternoon.

  The rubber coating that clung to her body was surprisingly warm, and she felt no chill as they waited for the front door to open.

  'I'm not allowed to talk to you once we get inside,' Audrey informed her. 'And if you're selected, they'll take you off so I wouldn't see you again. Good luck.'

  Kim looked at the woman. For a moment, for some strange reason, she found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss her. It was the first time she'd considered that.

  'Audrey, how are you? Come in, almost everyone's here.'

  A small chubby bald man had opened the door. He wore a pair of bright yellow golf trousers and a lime green shirt, the buttons of which were strained to the limit by his considerable paunch.

  'Hi, Freddie.' Audrey kissed him on both cheeks.

  They stepped into the hall. To the right Kim saw a gaggle of people in a large sitting room, sipping champagne. All were normally dressed, apart from a waitress who circulated with a tray of glasses. She was wearing a sheer black body made from the sort of nylon usually used for stockings. Kim could see her shaved mons and large breasts, her nipples poking through black metal rings that were somehow clamped tightly around them.

  'Does she know the rules?' the man said. He hadn't even spared Kim a glance.

  'No.'

  'Go in there,' he snapped, as though he were talking to a dog that had misbehaved. He pointed to a door at the far end of the hall.

  Audrey winked secretively at her and smiled. 'Do as he says,' she said.

  'Come on, sweetie, let's get you a glass of champagne before the fun starts,' Freddie said, taking Audrey's hand and leading her into the sitting room.

  Kim wasn't sure whether she should knock on the door first, and decided not to. She opened it and walked inside. A doll-like woman in a nurse's uniform sat at a desk.

  'Name?' she demanded briskly.

  'Kim.'

  'Not your name - your handler's name,' the woman snapped.

  'Oh, I'm sorry...' Kim blurted. 'Audrey Sanderson.'

  The woman consulted a list, then made a tick against it.

  'You will be required to have a full medical check up. Come this way please.'

  The woman got up and led Kim across the room. Through the window she could see the large breakers smashing into the shore.

  'Ladies and gentlemen, I think we're ready to start. Would you all take your seats.'

  Freddie was standing in the middle of a large gymnasium that extended out from the back of the house. Chairs had been set up along one side of the room, and on the other side were eight circular rostrums about four feet in diameter and two feet high. Sticking up from the centre of each rostrum was a sturdy circular wooden post that came up to about waist height. Kim and five other girls stood in the middle of these rostrums, their arms bound behind their backs by metal handcuffs which were secured to a metal ring set into each post. Like her, all the girls were clad in obscene outfits, very much the sort of thing she had seen at the Velvet Tongue. In addition several of the girls were pierced; nipple rings and labia rings adorned with chains or decorative jewellery. Two males occupied the remaining two rostrums at the far end of the room, both completely naked.

  The medical examinations had taken an hour, the blood and urine examples all processed in a special unit on the premises. No one got into the auction without a clean bill of health, the nurse told her, even though she'd had a similar examination only the day before yesterday.

  In the ceiling above each rostrum was a video camera. There was a desk by the main entrance from which all the cameras were operated by remote control, a man sitting behind a bank of eight monitors. Clearly that was why there were no expensive cars; the masters were not here in person; the viewing of the slaves done from the comfort of their homes.

  There were approximately twenty guests. They had already roamed the room, inspecting all the prospective slaves and commenting on their condition. Now they were sitting expectantly and the conversation reduced to a hushed whisper. Audrey sat right opposite Kim and mouthed the words, 'Good luck.'

  'We'll start with number one.' Freddie walked to the girl on the rostrum at one end of the room and took a mobile phone out of this pocket. 'Any instructions for number one, sirs?' he said into the phone.

  Apparently the response was negative. Freddie moved to the second rostrum in the line. The girl who stood on it was tall and skinny with very short brown hair. She wore a pair of red leather hot-pants with an open crotch, and thigh boots in the same material, but no bra. Her breasts were small but round and high, her nipples circled by the same black hoops Kim had seen on the waitress.

  'Instructions for number two?' Freddie asked into the phone. He listened. 'Take the clamps off her nipples,' he said after a moment, turning to a small girl who had accompanied him since he'd started the auction. She was wearing a short black dress, black fishnet tights and high heels, and had a rather round face with long, probably false eyelashes, her black hair cut into a short bob. She mounted the rostrum. The clamps appeared to work on some sort of spring, and the girl gasped as each clamp was released.

  'Anything else?' Freddie asked into the phone. 'Bend her over, Debbie,' he said, addressing his assistant.

  Debbie unlocked one of the handcuffs, turned the girl around, then bent her over. Kim heard a whirling noise as the camera closed in.

  'Right,' Freddie said, nodding to his assistant, who immediately clipped the girl back into the restraints. 'Number three.' He moved down the line, now only one girl away from Kim. 'Instructions gentlemen, ladies?' he said.

  Kim wondered what that meant. Were there female masters too? She supposed she should not be surprised, since there were men on the rostrum too. The girl on the rostrum to her left was a blonde, her hair long and lustrous. She was wearing a tube dress in white rubber. It squeezed her breasts together and covered her pert but small bottom and the upper part of her thighs tightly, the rubber so shiny it reflected the bright lights that lit the room.

  Freddie listened while instructions were relayed over the phone. 'I understand,' he said. This time he turned to the girl directly. 'The masters want to see you masturbate. Do you understand?'

  'Yes, sir,' the blonde said quietly.

  Kim felt her cheeks go hot and her pulse race. The thought that she might be required to do the same thing horrified her. She hadn't hesitated when it came to the outrageous and debauched things she'd been told to do at the club or with Candy, but she could never imagine performing her most private ritual while others watched. She could not do it. That's where she drew the line.

  The blonde obviously felt differently, seemingly undaunted about performing such an intimate act before so many people.

  'Debbie, get her a
dildo,' Freddie said.

  The petite girl crossed the room to a small cupboard and took out a two-pronged rubber dildo, the long shaft of the main phallus moulded to a smaller and broader shaft at its base. She walked back to the rostrum, unlocked the blonde's right wrist from the handcuffs then handed her the dildo.

  The girl wriggled the tight dress up over her hips. Her pubes were thick. Turning around so she stood behind the post, with one hand still manacled in front of it, Kim saw her brush her sex with the tip of the larger of the two shafts. Fascinated, she watched as a sheen of moisture smeared the rubber shaft.

  A little electric motor whirred on the camera above as the operator adjusted its position. The girl slid to the floor, the post between her outstretched legs, the chain on the handcuffs just long enough to allow her to do this with her left arm extended in front of her. She slipped the base of the dildo against the bottom of the post and jammed the tip into her vagina, pushing herself forward so the dildo was trapped between her sex and the wooden post. Kim saw it slide slowly all the way into her sex. As the second shaft came into play, its tip burrowing into her anus, the girl gasped loudly, bucking her hips to settle herself down on it more squarely. Then she pushed forward again until both shafts were completely buried. With her legs bent at the knee and her hands grasping the front of the post, she thrust forward, the base of the dildo crushed against the wood. She began to pump up and down so that she rubbed against the post, which in turn made the base of the dildo rub against her clitoris. She quickly pulled down the front of the rubber dress, exposing her breasts, which she also rubbed against the wood, twisting her body from side to side.

  Kim could see her eyes were sparkling with excitement. They were looking around the room, taking in all the faces that were watching her, feeding on the lust she was generating among her audience, her whole body writhing, grinding her hips and rotating her shoulders at the same time, her breasts slapping against the wood.